I Pick Up Fragments in Douluo Continent

Unexpectedly.

Looking at Flender, who was reclining behind the counter with his eyes closed, Lu Feng could not help grumbling inwardly, "What a crooked merchant!"

Lu Feng carefully walked past the helmet, afraid he might damage it.

When he reached the shelf at the very back, Lu Feng's gaze landed on a crystal the size of a basketball.

The crystal looked unremarkable. It was transparent, but filled with large patches of dark-yellow impurities.

Yet upon closer inspection, faint golden light flickered within it. The impurities formed an extremely regular pattern, like human hair.

"Boss, how much is this crystal?" Lu Feng called loudly toward the entrance.

"Not expensive. Two hundred Gold Soul Coins." A lazy, slightly magnetic and hoarse voice answered.

Lu Feng said nothing. He took out two money bags from his Soul Tool and tossed them onto the counter.

Without even opening his eyes, Flender said, "That's not enough. I want five hundred Gold Soul Coins now."

"Damn crooked merchant!" Lu Feng cursed inwardly.

He looked at Flender and said expressionlessly, "Boss Flender, are you sure you won't change the price again?"

Flender opened his eyes and lazily replied, "You know me? Fine, then one thousand Gold Soul Coins. No more increases. Pay up and take it, or leave."

Hearing that, Lu Feng took a deep breath.

From two hundred to five hundred, then one thousand—if he could beat the man, Lu Feng would have cursed him out long ago.

Flender looked lazy, but Lu Feng sensed an unfathomable aura from him.

A Soul Saint expert was terrifying indeed.

"Phew..." Lu Feng slowly exhaled.

One thousand Gold Soul Coins was an amount Lu Feng could afford. But he had always been the one fleecing others; no one had ever fleeced him.

Lu Feng narrowed his eyes. An idea flashed through his mind, and he smiled faintly. "Dean Flender, do you remember Liu Erlong by Heaven Dou Lake?"

"Bang."

Upon hearing that, Flender hurriedly tried to get up, only to accidentally fall from his reclining chair.

The teacup on the counter rolled down and struck him right on the head.

Strangely, the tea did not splash onto Flender's hair. It was as though it had met an invisible barrier, flowing around his body to the ground before instantly evaporating.

"You brat, you know Sister Erlong?" Flender adjusted his glasses and asked suspiciously.

Lu Feng cupped his hands to him and said, "I am Tang Si. I studied at Blue Tyrant Academy for a time. While I was there, I often heard Dean Liu mention you."

As he spoke, Lu Feng took a round metal badge from his Soul Tool.

The surface of the badge was dark gold, with a transparent blue crystal embedded on its front. Through the crystal, one could see the head of a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon engraved on the metal beneath.

The badge was naturally genuine.

Back when Aixie's team moved house, Lu Feng had helped out as well. Aixie had originally planned to throw away the badge. After all, seeing it reminded her of the days when her classmates had stabbed her in the back.

However, Lu Feng had picked it back up. When traveling, one's identity was something one gave oneself.

Flender examined the badge. Though he could not tell whether it was real, with his sharp eye, he could see that the thing was worth several Gold Soul Coins.

"That's not right. How would Sister Erlong know I'm in Suotuo City?" A glint flashed through Flender's eyes as he questioned him.

"Don't tell me you made up an excuse just to cheat me out of one thousand Gold Soul Coins?"

Lu Feng calmly explained, "Our academy held a friendly match with Heaven Dou Imperial Academy. Their lead teacher was Qin Ming. It was during that match that I heard the name Shrek Academy."

As he spoke, Lu Feng straightened up and said with slight excitement, "Before meeting Teacher Qin, I never would have believed that an ordinary intermediate academy could be hiding two such Crouching Dragons, Hidden Phoenixes as Dean Flender and Dean Zhao!"

"Hahaha, so it was that kid Qin Ming! Not bad, not bad. He actually made it to become a teacher at Heaven Dou Imperial Academy." Flender burst into laughter.

Flender waved a hand grandly. "Since you're Sister Erlong's student, I'll give you this crystal."

"Oh, that's far too kind of you!"

As he spoke, Lu Feng put the crystal into his Soul Tool, then discreetly retrieved the two money bags from the counter.

"Hmph, little rascal."

Flender snorted, then set his reclining chair back upright.

"Dean Flender, how much is this treasure map?" Lu Feng asked, picking up a somewhat worn piece of parchment.

The parchment felt rough to the touch. Looking closely, wool could still be seen sticking out from its edges. It was obvious that this thing had been around for quite some time.

On the front was a simple map, its mountains, rivers, grass, and trees outlined with only a few strokes. In one corner of the map was a lifelike dragon head symbol.

Flender waved his hand. "If you like it, take it. Leave now and stop disturbing my sleep."

He lay back down in his reclining chair. "Oh, right. Take another one out of the drawer for me."

With that, Flender closed his eyes again.

Lu Feng walked to the counter and pulled open the drawer. Several identical treasure maps lay quietly inside.

Lu Feng quickly made his way down the street, found a random hotel, checked in, and eagerly entered his room.

He lay on the bed and took out the map to study it carefully. At the same time, several conspicuous balls of light dropped out.

Picked up yellow item Dragon King Treasure Map - Fragment x1 (2/10)

Picked up yellow item Dragon King Treasure Map - Fragment x1 (3/10)

Yellow item: Dragon King Treasure Map - Fragment (10/10) (Can be synthesized)

The treasure map itself was not of particularly high quality, but the fact that it could be synthesized by his cheat meant that it was genuine.

With a thought from Lu Feng, a map slowly appeared in his mind.

Mountain ranges stretched endlessly, shrouded in dense fog. Forests and streams, a valley altar.

Four stone pillars stood around the altar, their braziers blazing fiercely. On the raised platform in the center, a group of strangely dressed people gathered together, seemingly conducting some sort of ritual.

Lu Feng tried hard to see what was happening at the center of the altar, only to find it obscured by thick mist. Gradually, the entire valley turned into points of light and disappeared.

"Phew..."

Lu Feng let out a deep breath and rubbed his slightly groggy head.

He had not expected that examining a treasure map would consume more than half of his Spiritual Power.

"What a treasure! Maybe there's a god-level soul bone hidden there. At the very least, a Dragon King inheritance would do!"

Lu Feng put away the treasure map, drew the curtains, and lay down directly on the bed to rest.

At the Soul Grandmaster stage, sleeping restored Spiritual Power much faster than sitting in meditation.

What? The Host Is Warming Up! ### Early in the morning, Lu Feng headed out.

After leaving the hotel, Lu Feng wandered around the city alone. Before long, he arrived in front of a towering building.

The entire structure was oval-shaped. Its outer walls rose over a hundred meters high, looking grand and imposing. The surroundings were built from massive granite blocks, while its roof was a huge dome made of blue glass, exceptionally luxurious.

As he approached the entrance, the sight before him became even more awe-inspiring.

Seven enormous stone carvings were engraved on the walls, representing seven powerful martial souls. On the sign in the middle, several gleaming words were written: "Suotuo Great Soul Arena."

Lu Feng did not register for soul fighting. Instead, he bought a ticket and entered the spectator area.

Since it was morning, there were not many spectators watching the matches. Even so, around thirty percent of the seats were occupied.

A one-on-one Soul Grandmaster battle was currently underway in the arena.

Both soul masters were power-type fighters. One possessed a tiger martial soul, while the other had a Brown Bear martial soul. They traded blow after blow, clashing soul skills throughout the entire match and fighting with great enthusiasm.

In the end, the Brown Bear soul master narrowly won due to having Soul Power two levels higher than his opponent.

"Ah..." Lu Feng put away two white Martial Soul Fragments and sighed.

Sure enough, the battles at the Great Soul Arena were just as he had expected.

They were genuinely terrible.

Or rather, everyone treated soul fighting as a performance.

A match only paid ten Gold Soul Coins. Why would anyone risk their life?

"Sir, registration is one hundred meters ahead, then turn right." A female attendant bowed slightly and spoke kindly to Lu Feng.

"I'm not registering. I'm here to apply as a host," Lu Feng said calmly.

"Ah?"

The attendant froze for a moment, but immediately recovered and smiled at Lu Feng. "All right, please come with me."

Before long, the two arrived at an office.

The room's decor was primarily white, simple yet elegant. A balding middle-aged man in a black suit and black-rimmed glasses sat behind a desk.

The attendant whispered a few words into the middle-aged man's ear before leaving.

"You want to apply as a match host?" the middle-aged man asked.

His voice was somewhat magnetic, yet full of strength.

Lu Feng calmly sat in a chair and smiled faintly. "I am Tang Si, fifteen years old, a level twenty-six Soul Grandmaster. I studied at Blue Tyrant Academy in the Heaven Dou Empire for a time."

As he spoke, Lu Feng placed the Blue Tyrant Academy badge on the desk.

The middle-aged man nodded. Level twenty-six at fifteen years old—his talent was not bad.

"Good, good, good. Our Soul Fighting Arena needs ambitious young people like you."

Lu Feng had considered joining the Soul Fighting Arena for quite some time.

With an unknown enemy lurking around, staying at the Soul Hunting Market was clearly not a wise choice. Finding a place to stay was currently the most important matter.

In Lu Feng's view, there were three relatively safe places in Suotuo City.

The first was Shrek Academy.

Although Shrek Academy was rundown, its teachers were quite strong: three Soul Saints and two Soul Emperors. Ordinary bandits would not dare provoke them.

However, joining Shrek also meant eating thin gruel every day, never getting enough to eat, and even having to spend his own money to subsidize the academy.

Lu Feng had no habit of being a nanny.

The second was Spirit Hall.

Lu Feng was a proper member of Spirit Hall. Going to Spirit Hall would be just like returning home. It was not too much to ask for free food and lodging in his own home, was it?

Therefore, Spirit Hall was one of his backup options.

The third safe place was the Great Soul Arena.

The Great Soul Arena had its own independent system and could be considered a special faction. It had been jointly established by the seven most prestigious soul master families on the continent and did not belong to either of the two empires or Spirit Hall.

Lu Feng had already looked into it. As long as he joined the Soul Fighting Arena, even the lowest-ranked iron-badge host received two Gold Soul Coins per month, along with food and lodging.

Besides, countless soul masters fought here every day. As a host at the Soul Fighting Arena, he could pick up fragments without even moving.

"Like a demon lord descending from heaven, truly a deity of calamity among men! Congratulations to contestant Li Batian for winning his first consecutive victory in the individual match. A new star of the Soul Fighting Arena is rising!"

On the soul fighting stage, Lu Feng wore a black suit, his long hair casually draped over his shoulders, soft and flowing. Under the lights, he looked carefree and unruly.

"Wow, this new host is so handsome!" A stir immediately rose from the audience.

"This host explains soul skills very professionally, and his voice is pleasant too."

"Exactly. He's not like the other hosts who only know how to yell."

On the soul fighting stage, a tall, muscular man scratched his head awkwardly. He had only won one match—how had he become a rising star of the Soul Fighting Arena?

He gave Lu Feng a simple-minded grin before walking off the stage.

Onstage, Lu Feng held a voice amplifier and continued reading. "The contestant in the next match is Evil Eye White Tiger. His martial soul, like his name, is a White Tiger. And his opponent—"

Halfway through his sentence, Lu Feng tossed the voice amplifier beneath the stage, where it landed steadily in the hands of another female host dressed in white.

"Crack, crack."

Lu Feng clasped his hands together and loosened his wrists. A rapid series of bone-cracking sounds rang out, making one's teeth ache.